Shoulder to Shoulder
Sometimes we write and first, second, third and sixth draft. Other times we write and leave it all out there in one. It’s brain vs heart, mind vs matter. I prefer writing spur of the moment. This is a first draft post. It means something to this writer.
Take it as you want, I don’t really care.
France, you were smashed today by a slick Irish machine. Italy you were smashed, Romania were smashed and Canada you were smashed. The World Cup is there, wishing smelling distance and no mistakes are allowed.
O’Connell and O’Mahoney literally sacrificed their bodies for their country. Sexton is groggy and doubtful. Yet Argentina, get ready for the onslaught.
We are expecting your hearts on your sleeves and we are going to thank you for them. It’s going to be a closer game than France and you are going to represent your passionate nation completely. But you are going to lose.
The quarters were predicted perfectly. I hope Wales beat South Africa.
For now we are all going to celebrate together as a nation.
New Zealand, we’re coming. Let’s see who’s smash is better!